Chapter 137 Black Pieces of Chess Cover the World

It was a snowing atop Mount Cicada in Northern You and yet drizzling in a hidden valley in the southern region. Inside the pitch-black darkness that enveloped the valley, a black-robed old man was playing a game of Chinese chess with a young child with pleated pigtails. In front of them was a chessboard covered partially in black pieces and partially in white pieces, with a blood-red line on it. It was a board that was a whopping ten feet in size. The black-robed old man lowered his head to look at the stone pieces on the board that were scattered like stars in the sky. He looked like he had sunken into a long period of reflection. The young child that sat cross-legged across him didn't disturb him. He held his chin, looking somewhat disinterested. This game wasn't your typical game of Chinese chess. The stone pieces pre-arranged on the board were all the same color and translucent. Every time the old man touched the pieces, they would turn black. Every time the young c